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Poetry By: maystar


Submitted:Jan 3, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


A figure in the dark; a silhouette. Like a
Blur, moving in the dark.
Sadness but a hint of relief.
That sweet smile that hides a sinister secret.
Real life is a deceit; it's a little bit abstract, how
a good thing can be a
Chain of events to a bad. How the more you
try to figure things out, it's not as it seems anymore.


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